Songtexte Bow Down - Hellusin8

King Joker (WHAT UP DOE) you a fool this my dude The cult leader is back HA HA
The more you your motherfuckers try to keep me down(that's right) the darker i come back yup
I told you motherfuckers I'm the KING OF THE WICKED SHIT (It's Mines) I OWN THIS SHIT yup
Ain't no nigga out here sicker than me (never)
This goes out to all you fake ass wanna be candy coated dress wearing ass faggots
You know who you is I ain't saying no names you punk biiitcch

Now i lay you down to sleep
Hellusin8 is the creep
And if you die before you wake
It's your soul that i take
Recognize bitch I'm the ghost writer
Ain't nigga in this game fool that rhymes tighter
All praises due to the KING OF THE WICKED SHIT
Now BOW DOWN to the KING OF THE SICKNESS
This not a gimmick I was born with this illness
That's why hit you suckers with this ill shit

Look who just escaped from the depths of the mental (HELLUSIN8888!!!) ward
Turning religious into my own private morgues
Sex with dead a necrophiliac
Keep jaw jacking your mama gone end up (bitch) next
I don't play no names boy i don't fuck (No) around
I grabs the AK47 and buckems down
Fed express (special delivery) your body parts to your whole family
I raped both the parkers (hey boo) and killed that bitch Stanley
Cocaine laced with meth yes my mind is gone
Pop up at your service and rob everyone (run that shit bitch) at the funeral home
Then i tag HELLUSIN8 all over your casket
You just newborn bitch (lil nigga) i spit them fucking classick
Drop it on your tongue hellusin8 off this acid
Now bang this in your hearse nigga while you smashing
I'm not Micheal Jackson but i keep the dead dancing
They come compare to DMX but I'm more like Charles Manson

Now i lay you down to sleep
Hellusin8 is the creep
And if you die before you wake
It's your soul that i take
Recognize bitch I'm the ghost writer
Ain't nigga in this game fool that rhymes tighter
All praises due to the KING OF THE WICKED SHIT
Now BOW DOWN to the KING OF THE SICKNESS
This not a gimmick I was born with this illness
That's why hit you suckers with this ill shit

Fire breathing dragon murderous mentality
What the fuck made y'all think that y'all can battle me
Call me Liu Kang nigga fatality
Meet you at your job to merk for you for your salary
You candy coated faggots ain't worth the (nope) cavities
That's why i slapped your bitch ass out of (bitch ass nigga) gravity
So get the fuck out my face with that (bullshit) trap rap
I swear everything you never hear me coming (nope) wack
I spit the wicked shit til the SEVEN HEADED DRAGON (yup) rises
I just don't merk the beat's bitch i terrorize it
Stomping thru like science (Godzilla in this bitch) fiction creatures
I come way sicker than your thriller (ah-Hum) double feature
A head of my class (yea man) wicked shit purveyor
Die-troit Murderous til I die bitch I'm the mayor
A bad boy way before the piston's won it twice
My style is vengeful don't you ever say I'm nice

Now i lay you down to sleep
Hellusin8 is the creep
And if you die before you wake
It's your soul that i take
Recognize bitch I'm the ghost writer
Ain't nigga in this game fool that rhymes tighter
All praises due to the KING OF THE WICKED SHIT
Now BOW DOWN to the KING OF THE SICKNESS
This not a gimmick I was born with this illness
That's why hit you suckers with this ill shit

Welcome to my torture (torture) chamber you entered into my realm
Finger on the trigger possessed by demons like the SON OF SAM
Foaming at the mouth like a stray that ain't ate in days
Wicked shit sponsor proud of my wicked way's
Burn your church down nigga on some Satan shit
That's what you get being on that hating shit
I'm tired of choir boy's claiming that they satanist
In church every Sunday but you's a (faggots) atheist
Make up your mind nigga what side you on
Don't forget to duck when the ride is on
I'm killing them all bloodstains all over the hall
Grab the chainsaw and now the brains is on the wall
Chewing on your meat drink your blood thru your intestines
Grab the black bible time to give you bitches a blessing
A psychopath that's possessed by killer's and demon's
I caught that ass sleep and killed that ass while you was dreaming

Now i lay you down to sleep
Hellusin8 is the creep
And if you die before you wake
It's your soul that i take
Recognize bitch I'm the ghost writer
Ain't nigga in this game fool that rhymes tighter
All praises due to the KING OF THE WICKED SHIT
Now BOW DOWN to the KING OF THE SICKNESS
This not a gimmick I was born with this illness
That's why hit you suckers with this ill shit